My family became business owners when I was a teenager.
I hated it.
It was a liquor store.
My father worked mornings and my eldest brother, Yama, worked evenings.
At first, my dad continued to work his job at the gas station. Yama continued to work his job as an X-Ray technician. The plan was to keep their other jobs until business picked up.
Eventually, my dad left his job of twenty years to work full time at the family business. Yama continued to work back and forth between jobs. My two other teenage brothers joined Yama after school to help out.
I hated that I was home alone without my brothers.
I remember how long those Winter nights were just with my mom. The men didn’t get home till 11pm. My sister worked too. It was lonely.
I started to work at the liquor store on Saturday mornings for a couple of hours. I was paid $25 bucks for just a couple of hours. It was easy. I spent most of my time snacking. Still, I hated going. I hated knowing that on Saturday morning I would be stuck at the liquor store from 8am to 11pm. It sucked.
It was always so depressing to me.
When I got my first job at a Toy Store during December 2010, I was thrilled to quit my job at the liquor store.
I had spent six months looking for a job while starting my first semester of college.
The toy store gave me a different outlook on business. It was family owned and I learned a lot about myself.
At this point in my life, I am trying to find my passion in life. I lost it somewhere down the way. But, I can’t help but look towards business. It would be nice to open something up that I believe in. At the same time, the negative side in me tryies to fight the positive. Business is a risk. I would be working a lot.
I wouldn’t even know where to start.
My ideas have been all over the place like a themed cafe, a small pizza shop (like pizza by the slice). a farmers market booth for Afghani food, an art studio, a toy store, a toy museum, online store, book store and etc..
But, none of this feels like a good idea. Like its a good idea but its not good enough. Right now all I am thinking about pizza probably because I am fasting.
And I also think about the commitment and of course what if it doesn’t work out?
I loose all my money and I am back to square one.
I don’t know. Now that I am writing about it…it seems like a bad idea even more.
Still, people make money off of the strangest things now.
Where to now guys?